For the next few days, it was safe to say my anxiety was through the roof. Every notification, email and slight noise from my laptop sent me into a frenzy of confusion and a little bit of horniness. Someone had been recording my dress-up sessions through my webcam.  I had taped over it now and made sure that nothing could be seen. Everything I did online was careful, and I began using a VPN just for extra security. Sarina...